spellin'-lesson

Updated: June 19, 2025

He looks and don't see nothin', and his lips keep moving like he was learning a spellin'-lesson. If I speak to him sharp, he hauls himself together and smiles uneasy, but he don't know what I said. I tell you he's waking up; coming to his memories, and trying to sort 'em out." "That's just what I say," Aunt Polly retorted, "but he's got to eat his meals. He can't live on memories."

Mary Hallock Foote - The Desert and the Sown